Intro

(Fuck around and find out)
(Fuck around and find out)

Chorus [Bryan Martin]

I love my country, love my freedom
Fuck a welfare, no, I don't need ’em
Shotgun raised from the woods to the plate
Ain't never went hungry, ain't ever too late
To come around here son, runnin’ that mouth
You can fuck around and find out
Yeah, you can fuck around and find out

Verse 1 [Adam Calhoun]

I'm talking that shit but I don't hear it so well
Need to hear a little more rebel in your yell
Got that old sawed-off with some shotgun shells
If you say the wrong words it'll blow you to hell
You gonna get lost in them trees, never found
If I ever see you around
You can fuck around and find out

Chorus [Adam Calhoun, Both]
I love my country, love my freedom
Fuck a welfare, no, I don't need 'em
Shotgun raised from the woods to the plate
Ain't never went hungry, ain't ever too late
To come around here son, runnin’ that mouth
You can fuck around and find out
You can fuck around and find out

Verse [Bryan Martin]
I ride to my work with a rattlesnake bike
I got a hundred acres here and my dad’s 45
I can know you down to stretch and I'll leave you where you lie
Don’t tell you how to live but I can show you how to die
I promise you, you won't ever be found
Under some old oak blue(?) leaves on the ground
You can fuck around and find out

Chorus [Bryan Martin, Both]
I love my country, love my freedom
Fuck a welfare, no, I don't need 'em
Shotgun raised from the woods to the plate
Ain’t never went hungry, ain't ever too late
To come around here son, runnin' that mouth
You can fuck around and find out
You can fuck around and find out
Outro

(Fuck around and find out)
(Fuck around and find out)
(Fuck around and find out)
(Fuck around and find out)